Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor who... the BBC does... lucky bastards.
A/N: This is a little poem I wrote last night when I couldn't sleep. I know it's amazingly obvious who it's about, but... whatever. Just a little bit of the angst that i'm gonna be feeling when the new season starts with the new companion (and new suit...).
He told her to wait,
That he'd always be back.
She'd never get left behind,
Not like the others.
She was special.
He gave her a choice:
To stay with them,
Or take his hand and leave.
He'd tear apart the world for her.
She was special.
He thought he had lost her,
Never to be seen again,
While he was stuck in a bottomless pit.
But at least she was safe from the devil.
She was special.
Now it's time to say goodbye,
To finally let her go.
He would burn up a sun for her,
And yet he can't say the words...
Because she was special.
A/N: comments are appreciated... even flames... as long as they're some kind of comment, i'll be happy knowing that at least someone's reading it.